Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chloe answered thedoor in a red dress, making it hard for him not to fall to his knees. He held out the flowers he’d picked up on the way. “You look incredible.”
She blushed. “Thanks. You clean up nicely yourself.”
Devon followed her inside and watched her bend over to pick a vase from under the sink in which to put the flowers. Her home carried the scent of her perfume; subtle and light. It stirred something inside him much the way the sight of her backside did.
Just as she straightened, he put his hands on her waist from behind and spun her to face him. Touching his mouth to hers caused heat to race up his spine. She nearly dropped the vase, set it on the counter instead, and slid her arms around his neck as she met him with the same fervor.
“We should go now,” he managed to say against her lips.
“I’m not hungry.” Chloe kissed along his jaw, enjoying the scrape of his unshaven face. She found the pulse in his throat and swirled her tongue over it, thrilling when he dug his fingers into her hips in response.
“Chloe.”
She splayed her hands over his chest, picturing the way he’d looked half naked earlier in the day. His strong, smooth chest glistening with sweat. Defined muscles and masculinity. She felt him growing hard when she cupped his ass and pulled his pelvis against her.
Groaning, he attached his lips to her neck, moving up to nibble on her earlobe. His breath was hot in her ear when he exhaled heavily. She shivered and ground into him.
“Dinner,” he said on a strangled sound.
Chloe shook her head to clear it. “Do we have to?”
He laughed, but his burning gaze pinned her in place. “Eat? Yes.”
“Not right this second, though.”
“Not right this second,” he agreed.
Callused hands slid over delicate skin, setting embers into flames. His long, rough-edged fingers stroked, finding the right places to make her moan his name. The underside of her breast, the curve of her waist, the nape of her neck. Every inch of her needed to be explored and committed to memory.
Chloe had never been touched that way, as if she were something rare and precious. He stirred something new and warm within her soul, caused her blood to go lazy and thick. She only sighed as he slid her dress down her shoulders to let it pool at their feet. Then his tongue was working over the gentle slope of her breasts, teasing her nipples over satin and lace. She didn't bother to hold back a groan when he took one of them in his mouth as his fingers cleverly worked the hooks in the back. When Devon eased the bra from her, she looked up at him in wonderment.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Chloe met his gaze and held it, the knowledge of what was to come surging through her heart. This was what she’d waited for: the precious way he looked at her, the long, slow caresses, the quiet sighs and quick gasps. She led him slowly in the direction of the bed. His lips were on her neck, her breasts, and back to her mouth for an intoxicating kiss that took everything from within her. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to give back some of the pleasure rushing through her veins. What she found was muscle and man, sinew and strength. Devon’s flesh was warm under her eager fingers, turning his breathing shallow and jagged to match the sound of her heartbeat.
“I want to make love to you, Chloe.”
“God, yes.”
She hadn't expected to feel shy, but when she urged him down on the bed, she almost covered her breasts with her hands. Instead of giving in to the urge, she pulled him against her so they could be skin on skin. Two pairs of hands fumbled with the button of his pants, finally pushing and shoving until that barrier gave way. Slipping down to stretch out along her side, he slid his hand between her thighs, finding her wet and hot.
“I want to watch you fall apart.”
She gasped when he removed the last scrap of fabric from her body and pressed his palm against her center. Questing fingers and quiet cries turned into moans of pleasure and excitement. She lost her breath when he sent her over, exhaling with a whisper of his name.
Dizziness overwhelmed her, and she clung to his shoulders for steadiness, finding that the sensation wouldn't fade. Not while he was etched on her soul. Finally, she had the love she’d been looking for her entire life.
“Please.”
It was one simple word, but the request was clear. Her pulse skipped a beat when he rose above her and buried himself inside her, her name falling from his lips as a prayer. She delighted in the tense set of his shoulders, in the damp trail of his mouth over her skin, and the guttural sigh. Devon moved with her, against her, giving her what they’d both been seeking. He pulled back to look into her eyes, finding them filled with tears.
“You’ve made me so happy, Chloe.”
